{"id":"01KG077P1SACGBG9MCQEB6E0FB","cid":"bafkreigb4zrdpcwx7pspdkt6frf4x3nxg66xicndftarij6ufu3x52jzpi","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2053,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:15:17.642Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":2018,"text":"  1931\t12\n  1932\tThe cab I had was a real old one that smelled like someone'd just tossed his\n  1933\tcookies in it. I always get those vomity kind of cabs if I go anywhere late at night. What\n  1934\tmade it worse, it was so quiet and lonesome out, even though it was Saturday night. I\n  1935\tdidn't see hardly anybody on the street. Now and then you just saw a man and a girl\n  1936\tcrossing a street, with their arms around each other's waists and all, or a bunch of\n  1937\thoodlumy-looking guys and their dates, all of them laughing like hyenas at something\n  1938\tyou could bet wasn't funny. New York's terrible when somebody laughs on the street very\n  1939\tlate at night. You can hear it for miles. It makes you feel so lonesome and depressed. I\n  1940\tkept wishing I could go home and shoot the bull for a while with old Phoebe. But finally,\n  1941\tafter I was riding a while, the cab driver and I sort of struck up a conversation. His name\n  1942\twas Horwitz. He was a much better guy than the other driver I'd had. Anyway, I thought\n  1943\tmaybe he might know about the ducks.\n  1944\t\"Hey, Horwitz,\" I said. \"You ever pass by the lagoon in Central Park? Down by\n  1945\tCentral Park South?\"\n  1946\t\"The what?\"\n  1947\t\"The lagoon. That little lake, like, there. Where the ducks are. You know.\"\n  1948\t\"Yeah, what about it?\"\n  1949\t\"Well, you know the ducks that swim around in it? In the springtime and all? Do\n  1950\tyou happen to know where they go in the wintertime, by any chance?\"\n  1951\t\"Where who goes?\"\n  1952\t\"The ducks. Do you know, by any chance? I mean does somebody come around\n  1953\tin a truck or something and take them away, or do they fly away by themselves--go south\n  1954\tor something?\"\n  1955\tOld Horwitz turned all the way around and looked at me. He was a very\n  1956\timpatient-type guy. He wasn't a bad guy, though. \"How the hell should I know?\" he said.\n  1957\t\"How the hell should I know a stupid thing like that?\"\n  1958\t\"Well, don't get sore about it,\" I said. He was sore about it or something.\n  1959\t\"Who's sore? Nobody's sore.\"\n  1960\tI stopped having a conversation with him, if he was going to get so damn touchy\n  1961\tabout it. But he started it up again himself. He turned all the way around again, and said,\n  1962\t\"The fish don't go no place. They stay right where they are, the fish. Right in the goddam\n  1963\tlake.\"\n  1964\t\"The fish--that's different. The fish is different. I'm talking about the ducks,\" I\n  1965\tsaid.\n","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG0725EFD6HYGB5WBTY79C4G","peer_label":"12","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":1,"created_at":"2026-01-27T17:15:18.285Z","ts":"2026-01-27T17:15:18.285Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}